So, this week at my church,
(Yes, it’s a mega-church. A wonderful one! Why do I feel the need to defend my mega-church? Maybe because we never hear disparaging remarks about small or medium-sized churches? But, why would anyone think a large church isn’t a good church? And anyway, descriptors like small medium and large are just relative to what’s next door. By church standards in South Korea our particular mega-church would be considered small, even cosy. And make no mistake – my hat’s off to South Korean churches and all churches everywhere! Blessings, blessings, blessings ! ! !)
. . . this week at my church I saw a waterproof Bible!
I saw it in our church bookstore.
(Our cosy-sized mega-church has a coffee shop and a bookstore.)
What’s a waterproof Bible?
I think it means I can read it on-the-run and underwater.
From this Bible I can wipe off water and mud, if they spill on the pages.
That’s nifty.
But what about the mud and muck of my real life?
What about my real tears?
Theyre salty. They flow.
Where do they go?
Are you in the mud and muck of life?
Is parenting getting you grimey?
Does parenting include many tears?
Waterproof is a good name for the Word of God.
Whether or not we have one of these new, technologically-waterproof Bibles,
when our tears roll down from the bad and sad of our lives,
the truth is . . . God takes them.
He takes our tears.
He doesn’t lose our tears or throw them away.
He soaks them up.
He preserves them in His bottle.
He takes our tears and gives us healing and joy, in Himself.
My tears are earned and redeemed,
so are yours,
by God.
from your friend in parenting,
Christine Field
BTW, here’s a link to the Waterproof Bible